Flustered

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Today’s haiku was a stretch. I stooped to the random word generator, and it gave me “mouth”. I’ve tried several of these, and they rarely give me as interesting words as I would get by opening a dictionary and poking my finger down and getting something like paroxysm. That would have been a good word for today, except that I’m stuck with mouth, hence you get : No Words

I’m reminded that my last few blogs have been written by my evil twin, no fun Anne, or drip city, also known as the walking black cloud. Maybe I’ll delve into the political, not the endless self-mutilation of Brexit, but Ambassador-gate, or truth-gate, or bloody-frickin’-obvious-gate. Leaked emails from the British Ambassador reveal that he thinks what we all think: that the amateur President is inept, insecure, and an accident that is already happening. Surprise, surprise! (Yes, I’m old enough to remember Gomer Pyle, well maybe not the first run, but maybe early reruns.) Now, I read that it is a Brexiteer conspiracy. Honestly, what good would that do?

Wait a minute, it’s fun Anne with a new haiku!

A paroxysm.
must for an organism,
sudden orgasm.

YESSSSSSSSS!

Errr, today’s card:

3 of Wands. Virtue.

I like this card. I feel like it is the one I have been waiting for. It indicates progress, opportunities (overseas?). If the Ace of Wands is the seed of the idea, then the 3 is its conception and manifestation. It’s the beginning of Spring.

I’m going to take this card and run with it. Maybe the time is ripe for inspiration. Don’t change the channel! Break out the red velvet carpet, the sumptuous pillows, the champagne, the cloak of many colors! My rentboy is coming home!

*opens a box of chocolates and starts eating*

(Expansion is another interpretation of this card.)

paroxysm
/ˈparəksɪz(ə)m/
noun
  1. a sudden attack or outburst of a particular emotion or activity.
    a paroxysm of weeping”
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12 responses to “Flustered

  1. My degenerative gray cells no longer contain the name of my LJ, but it wasn’t as cool as that.

    Maybe I’ll create a new one

    Hypnotic Hypoxic Coccyx: You Can’t Not Look at my Sorry Arse.

      • Ive been accused of friggen everything. I’m inside out, upside down reversed. I’m okay with being seen because nobody believes what is seen anyway. I have small hips, practically buttless. My hips and bust are equal measure, and my waist circumference is only 2 cm smaller. So… yeah. Don’t believe the hype? Does not mean that one should believe the scene.

      • I tend to keep myself to myself, under cover (under the covers?). They either love or hate me at the WritersCafe, where I tend to be more outspoken. Here, I’m more benign. I do love to play though.

      • I’m only on here. I mean, I only write on wordpress. I like wordplay, I no longer play any other games. I guess I like playing with people’s minds and perceptions though. That’s the ultimate playing field in this game of life. Traipsing through other people’s thoughts.

  2. I had a bunch of names for it! But I kept with the same account. I like oxymorons, juxtapositions, paradoxical mutually exclusive comparisons. Sweet bitterness, road to nowhere, cacophonic symphony. Etc etc. I’m a slave to myself, subject to the mercy of my whimsy, I am both puppet and master, but nobody without an audience.

    • It’s so creepy. I just looked mine up. I almost told you the title in my last comment. My last LJ post was in 2010, right after my my first story was published. (It’s now out of print, like the rest of my fiction and poetry.)

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